Revenge

Wake Up

"Where am I ?"
"I don't know.."
"Are we ok?"
"I don't know.."
"I'm scared."
"I know.."
I huddled up against the corner of a dimly lit room. Unfamiliar white walls surrounded me, as I talk to myself frightened. Talking to myself was one of the reasons why I was bullied. It's a bad habit. Well not anymore, now it's just how I am. With no friends growing up, one mind turned into two. A friend. Someone to comforted a sad heart, on the verge of falling apart. With someone always there, you could never be alone. But I still felt it.
Other kids start noticing me talking to myself. When I burst out laughing, despite the fact I'm only accompanying myself. When I ran around chasing nothing but the air. I was the only one invited to my birthday parties when I was growing up and we were perfectly fine with it. Other kids change, they lie, they hurt you. Not me, I always know myself. I would never hurt me. I love us.
I stood up very slowly from the corner I awoke in. Squinting in the bad lighting, I see a blue door. The color was that of a schools door. But it looked like a prisons. But no window. There was a half inch space between the bottom of the door and the gray, once white, floor. Getting on my hands and knees I tried to get a peak on what the other side. The only thing I could get a peak of was another light and a silver line that connected to the floor. A pole maybe? It wasn't round though. Part of a table? Chair? I lifted myself up into a crouching position and wiggled the door knob, locked of course. There was a black box connected to the door under the knob. On it was a slow blinking red light. I guess that means it's locked..
"How do I unlock it?"
"Do we wanna unlock it?"
"Why wouldn't we?"
"Why would we?"
"It's better then being in here.."
"That may not be true.."
I hate when I do that. But I'm right. How do I know I would be killed when I walk out that door? If I ever walk out that door..
I straightened up and took a closer look around the room. The faded white walls were made of multiple squares. I usually would've counted the top row and multiplied it by the first column to see how many there are. But I couldn't tell if my vision was blurred or some squares morfed into one another. I squeezed my eyes tight and rubbed them and after the white mist left my eyes I concluded that some tiles are deformed. Just barely at first, but it gets bad near the center of the wall.
Almost like a picture is forming. I didn't look into it at first but then I saw at a certain point in a barely noticeable location there was a spot that looked similar to a button. Just for the hell of it I tried to press it...
But nothing happened.
I sighed then got down to lean my back against the door. "Hellllllooooo?"
My voiced echoed faintly in the small room. I closed my eyes and thought about speaking to myself in a different voice. I opened my mouth to respond to my own question.
"H-hello..?" My mouth hung open, a response that wasn't mine. Wide eyed, I turned around and pressed my ear to the door and asked again.
"Where are you?" It was a male, deep voiced and scared. He was close but not that much. "I can't see, it's dark."
My eyes squinted into that of confusion, I looked under the door again. Just as I thought, there was light. I regained my original position. "I'm in a room next to yours, can you find the door? It's locked from my side, maybe you cou-"
"I can't."
"But wh-"
"I can't move, I don't feel anything.."
All my hope was gone. My heart sunk and I took some deep breaths to calm myself. I just wanna go home and read my books. I wanna get out of here. I wanna go home!
I started to get angry, I punched my leg multiple times and cursed through my teeth. My eyes started tearing up from pain and anger.
"So, what's you name?" I stopped. His voice got softer, like he was sorry he couldn't help.
"Carrie..." My voice was soft and low, he didn't respond at first. I didn't think he heard me so I opened my mouth to repeat myself.
"Pretty, I'm Peter.." I shut my mouth His calm voice made me feel better. I loosened my fists and relaxed. "How long have you been here? What do you see?"
"I don't know, I woke up about an hour ago I think. I'm in a white room, there's nothing in here."
"Are you scared?"
"Well yeah but it's nice to have someone to talk to.. Are you?"
"Yes but no, I feel as if I deserve this.. Let's just say I wasn't a great guy. I treated people horribly. Do you feel the same?"
"No, I don't talk to people much so I never treated anyone bad. I'm usually the person to get treated bad," I put my back against the door and talked to him more comfortably.
"One time, I ran over a guys dog cause he do stood up to me when I was disrespecting his girl."
"That's horrible," I'm more of a cat person but I still like dogs.
"Then one time I went to a party I wasn't invited to and took a shit on the boys parents bed. Then I raped a girl in the boys bed. Before I left I set a fire outside the house and half the house caught."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Cause I know I'm a horrible person," his voice started shaking, he was about to cry, "but I don't want my life to end on a bad note, understand?"
"What makes you think you'll die?"
"After I woke up a while ago, some guy told me 'She'll be with you in a little bit, then this'll all be over.' And it sure as hell sounds like I'm done." I could imagine the tears he was producing dripping down his cheek an neck, soaking into his shirt. "Do you think I deserve this?"
I didn't respond. But as if he read my mind, he silently started to weep. I closed my eyes and put my head in my hands. I felt bad. But at the same time I didn't. I listened to his cries for what felt like forever. Then I stood up to stretch my legs. Walking the perimeter of the room I examined every last inch. Finding nothing, I almost have up. I walked towards the door to sit down in defeat, when something green caught my eye.
A steady green light replaced the blinking red one.
"Peter! The door!" I ran the short distance to the door and pushed it open, tears welled up in my eyes from happiness.
"Are you serious!? Help me!" I was blinded by the bright like as the door swung open. Then my eyes adjusted to the light. I screamed in horror.